In golden hue, the sun’s embrace unfurls,
A color rare, like topaz’s gleaming light.
An animal majestic, with wings unfurled,
A peacock, beauty’s epitome in flight.
An object, humble yet with purpose grand,
A quill, its ink imbued with poet’s thoughts.
It dances on parchment, words at its command,
Tales of love and passion, as ink is sought.
Two men, whose hearts entwined in love’s sweet hold,
Their souls aflame, a bond no force can break.
Through trials faced, their love will not be sold,
For love’s true essence, they shall never forsake.
In Shakespeare’s realm, where love’s true colors shine,
These men, their love, a tale for all of time.
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